oh it's weird to be back home, sleeping in my old bedroom, which is my dads computer room now but looks much the same as it did way back when, the room i first got laid in
it's so cold here, i know it's really not bad but when you get in a mind frame where you don't plan on seeing weather like this for a good couple years it's tough to deal with. i can't believe there was a time just last year where i'd be here and the weather would just be routine, where waiting for sub zero temperatures was the norm, we called it minnesota heartiness but now i see it for the stupidity it is, we really weren't meant to live like this
friday was rough, really rough, i don't really feel like talking about it but feel the need to get it down somewhere. the funeral service was in a shelter building and i figured it was because the ground was too cold to dig, but after the service we went over to the grave site with my grandpa where she was gonna be burried and found a hole there and a few minutes later a truck came and they lowered her down. it was a simple work truck with a small lift crane, like they were lowering a load of wood, a couple of workmen in nascar hats. they were all business and all of a sudden there she was, in a hole in the earth. none of us thought we'd see it and it was, well, i don't know, sad, surreal, so very cold how it happened. i don't blame them, they were doing their job, but a ceremony to lower her would have been better, maybe just more asthetic
up to this point it's been family but for the next few days it's friends, there's some people i really want to see but they haven't called me back so they've been bumped from the limited schedule i have. i get to see some good friends, some old scooter club people, and a friend and his one year old son and that's good enough, i'm really looking forward to seeing my friends kid, he's awesome, and his parents rock so hard he can't help but be the awesomeest kid in the world, after all he has a good dozen unoffical aunts and uncles that will be looking over him, me included, he can't go wrong
went to the gun range with my dad and my older brother today, my dad had this kick ass cowboy style gun, .45, single action, was so much fun. he also had an old west rifle i sucked on but the pistol i fucking rocked the block, had better shots than the guy that owned it (my dad) and a marine handgun marksman (my brother). that thing was cool, i was kinda shamed when we had the rifle out cause i haven't been shooting in years but when i started banging it out with the pistol i just knew where my strength was
i myself find it interesting that i despise hunting but enjoy getting out to a range and shooting paper. i've hunted, i'm good at it, but it's not me. bring me to a range and give me a stack of rounds and i'm alll over it. i can't eait to get out to a remote spot in the desert to have some real fun blowing shit up
god, i've been drinking pretty solid since i left phoenix, delayed emotions are go
it's so cold here, i know it's really not bad but when you get in a mind frame where you don't plan on seeing weather like this for a good couple years it's tough to deal with. i can't believe there was a time just last year where i'd be here and the weather would just be routine, where waiting for sub zero temperatures was the norm, we called it minnesota heartiness but now i see it for the stupidity it is, we really weren't meant to live like this
friday was rough, really rough, i don't really feel like talking about it but feel the need to get it down somewhere. the funeral service was in a shelter building and i figured it was because the ground was too cold to dig, but after the service we went over to the grave site with my grandpa where she was gonna be burried and found a hole there and a few minutes later a truck came and they lowered her down. it was a simple work truck with a small lift crane, like they were lowering a load of wood, a couple of workmen in nascar hats. they were all business and all of a sudden there she was, in a hole in the earth. none of us thought we'd see it and it was, well, i don't know, sad, surreal, so very cold how it happened. i don't blame them, they were doing their job, but a ceremony to lower her would have been better, maybe just more asthetic
up to this point it's been family but for the next few days it's friends, there's some people i really want to see but they haven't called me back so they've been bumped from the limited schedule i have. i get to see some good friends, some old scooter club people, and a friend and his one year old son and that's good enough, i'm really looking forward to seeing my friends kid, he's awesome, and his parents rock so hard he can't help but be the awesomeest kid in the world, after all he has a good dozen unoffical aunts and uncles that will be looking over him, me included, he can't go wrong
went to the gun range with my dad and my older brother today, my dad had this kick ass cowboy style gun, .45, single action, was so much fun. he also had an old west rifle i sucked on but the pistol i fucking rocked the block, had better shots than the guy that owned it (my dad) and a marine handgun marksman (my brother). that thing was cool, i was kinda shamed when we had the rifle out cause i haven't been shooting in years but when i started banging it out with the pistol i just knew where my strength was
i myself find it interesting that i despise hunting but enjoy getting out to a range and shooting paper. i've hunted, i'm good at it, but it's not me. bring me to a range and give me a stack of rounds and i'm alll over it. i can't eait to get out to a remote spot in the desert to have some real fun blowing shit up
god, i've been drinking pretty solid since i left phoenix, delayed emotions are go